The Golden Heart of Puddles
One rainy and cold early spring night in mid-April, Puddles the glorious walked away from the only life he ever knew and landed on the doorstep of a friend of mine. You see, puddles arrived on the doorstep; soaking wet and exhausted, battered and beaten, he collapsed at the bottom of the porch into a puddle. The next morning, my friend opened the front door to let the dogs out …